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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF]  St:  Dalliance on the Beach   (Y. Lee Coyote)
Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 17:10:03 -0500
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[BSFSF]  St:  Dalliance on the Beach

The following story is fiction.  It contain a scene of passionate sex.
If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.   Thanks to Antoine for some very
helpful comments.

This story is part of the First Annual Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke
Festival (BSFSF-2003) which requires a story not to exceed 18 lines of
70 characters including the title and blank lines.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.  This may be included on the
BSFSF site.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YleeCoyote@mail.com


Dalliance on the Beach      By Y. Lee Coyote
   Pat pulled over immediately after rounding the curve.  The beach
was so fantastic and inviting; the setting sun gleaming off the
rippling ocean.  They could not understand why the place was deserted
nor did they care.  They abandoned their car and instinctively shed
their clothes as they ran to folic in the surf nude like little kids.
Exhausted, they fell on the sand and stared at each other as they
dried in the still hot air as the stars slowly twinkled on.
   With longing they gazed into each other's eyes and realized that
they not alone.  There was a myriad of sand flies; very hungry ones.
Sam rolled over as one sank her fangs into some succulent and tender
flesh.  Pat came to the rescue.  There was another one -- right on
Sam's left butt check.  SMACK!!  She was squashed flat.  Sam yelped at
the spank as a pink hand print formed about the remains.  SMACK!!  Pat
got another.  Again and again.  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
   The spanking aroused them both.  Soon they stopped noticing the
sand flies as they sucked each other with frenzied passion.  Even
their tormentors could not stop them from their lusty coupling.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  November 26, 2003


Some may wonder about the gender specified in this brief work.  In
many insects it is only the female that feasts on mammal blood.  One
reference that actually discusses the sand fly is:
http://www.co.beaufort.sc.us/bftlib/sandfly.htm although probably far
more detail than you wish to know.  And I apologize to the purists who
object to the use of 'fangs' in this tiny beast.


Y.

Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@mail.com>
(Posting address is for the spammers)

See my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/YLeeCoyote/www/
See Goldilocks stories at http://www.geocities.com/goldilocks1938/

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